“Jesus-Maria-Sep!”, he exclim“My pant hab a holeWen I sit downOn da rid hot coal,”An jump like a catout to da ploorWhere he lan wit a splot!

He was dress in purProm his head to his pootAn his clothes dey all dirtyWit ashes an sootA sock pull ob playtingHe trow on his backHe look like a boorglarAn dats por a pahct.His eyes how dey shineHis dimple, how mirrey!Mebe he alredy drinkDa wine prom da birry.His chik was like a roseHis nose like a chirryOn secon tought mebeHe drink up da shirry.